Back in Time
Sometimes I look at today and wonder,
How could there ever have been a time
when people were treated unequally.
Didn't matter how smart you were.
Didn't matter if you cleaned up good
And ate your vegetables.
As long as you were colored you were
Stupid
Dirty,
Ugly.
Sometimes I look at today and wonder,
How could there ever have been a time
where you couldn't go to the same bathroom as somebody else.
Didn't matter if the colored stalls was full
And had to go as bad as the person in front of you.
As long as you were colored you were
Dumb,
Mean,
Nasty.
Sometimes I look back in time and think of those dark days.
The days before I existed,
Where my grandparents were mistreated,
Treated unfairly because they looked different.
Sometimes I look back and am thankful.
Thankful for Those who fought for my rights,
Our grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles,
Have paved the way not just for blacks
But for Asians, Hispanics, mixed, for whoever and whatever.
A chance for equality
For you,
For me,
For all.
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